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[itistolaugh]

[ Harley pokes her head out at the crash and wheels her office chair into the hall on a hunt for ~drama~. Eventually she squeaky-wheel-scoots her way to his door. ]

Whoopsie. Looks like you dropped your desk there, buddy.

[herrstory]

I threw it.

[ Likely she knows that. Likely she is just being playful. But Starr speaks as-a-matter-of-fact regardless. After all, most of the employees of the Grail are idiots. ]

Who put you up to this?

[ He gestures toward the surprisingly unbroken pot on the floor. ]

[itistolaugh]

[ She looks confused and actually a little hurt. ]

Aw, you don't like it?

[herrstory]

Is it supposed to be some kind of joke? Is Doctor Chilton in on this?

[ Paranoid, paranoid, paranoid. ]